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Greetings.. Merry Christmas, for those who partake...
I joined a few days ago but haven't posted yet, so here's my official hello... I am quite pleased that this community and those like it are in existence...
My area is fanfiction, and as I learn more about the information already in existence, I can write fanfics based off it... Here's something new..
Sorry for the crosspost...
First installment of first fic... Any comments will be read, any flames will be ignored. If there's any technicalities here, please let me know!
A Hogwarts Winter
First Installment
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It would've been /so/ nice to have a family to want to go home to for Christmas... Eyes the colour of the Carribbean Sea stared through black-framed glasses at the lovely Christmas tree someone had thoughtfully placed in the Gryffindor common area. Tiny white lights glittered off the round orbs of the many ornaments, casting a soft glow across the room. Only half the usual lamps and lights had been left on; the mood was too pleasant to ruin by stark illumiation.
Harry Potter sat alone, wondering if he were the only student staying at Hogwart's for Winter's recess, let alone if there were any straggler students left at the speciality school. Most of the gifted professors would remain around for the duration of break, planning out class curriculum and getting caught up in whatever endeavours teachers get themselves into. With some degree of relief, Harry had found out that the head of Slytherin had indeed left the school for the time off; it was hard enough to be stuck at school alone!
The handmade cards from Hermoine and Ron and some of his other friends stood proudly on the mantle of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room now; nobody would be around to bother them or insist they be removed. The entire school may as well have been Harry's now, for he had nobody to share it with.
Or so he'd thought.
The heavy door behind him whined softly as its hinges moved, and the glow of the Christmas tree was soon dancing along the smooth lines of a slicked back head of blonde hair, its owner peering into the space designated for Gryffindor students as if a scout were venturing into the enemy's bedroom.
Harry was too deep in thought to pay any mind to the door; there was often so many bumps in the night he'd gotten used to them. It was the voice that caught his attention, sweeping over him like ice.
"Thought I would find you here, Potter," Draco Malfoy drawled, his curt lips drawn into a typical smirk.
Harry bristled.
"This isn't your dormitory, Malfoy." He stated simply, allowing his eyes to narrow a bit, still transfixed on the warm tree.
"Doesn't matter," The retort came, "The school's mine for break... Unless /you're/ staying too."
Harry felt the pit of his stomach fall to the floor and beyond. Draco?! Staying for Winter break! Oh magic, let it not be true...
"Why aren't you going home?" Harry asked, finally turning to look at him. Draco stood in the doorway, appearance quite usual but lacking the heavy black robe.
"Decided not to go on vacation," Draco said, hovering in the doorway like some sort of hummingbird. Harry regarded him with ambiguity; he couldn't quite tell if Draco wasn't telling the truth or was, or perhaps some part of it...
Not that it was important.
"Oh, I see." Came Harry's softer response. His thoughts of curiousity towards Draco's presence and wondering if it were the truth or not and then deeming it unimportant above all seemed to fold in on one another, and he ended up staring a bit off into the space somewhere to Draco's left.
"What about you?" Draco asked after a moment, as if stalling.
"...What?" He was off guard a slice.
"Why are you still here? Too good to go home?"
Harry simply shook his head. It was apparent that Draco had been expecting a retort rather than a quiet dissagreement; it seemed to momentarily derail his pattern of taunts. He wavered for a moment before taking a step back.
"Well... See you around."
Before Harry could process his words, Draco was gone, a fading echo of footsteps down the hall. 'What was that all about,' he wondered, watching the empty doorway. 'Hope he's not up to something...' With that, he gave one last thought to the blonde student before allowing his thoughts to fizzle back away into their normal patter: Without that large robe... Draco looked awfully... Thin. Harmless.
Harry simply grinned.
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